Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,
I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea
Squeezin' a dollar from a dime when i haven't a single cent
Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went
You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them
Choice/ i soon learned i had a voice , something i learned from
I expect a solemn apology from you audibly/
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Flyer then the rest of them
They know where i come from
I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky
When i grew up, i was thrown from agency to agency
If you ain't about money
I'm a lil royalty
It's all too black for me to blame it on the man
I hit you through this screen here call it smack cam
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